I stopped by Hayfork Creek on the way home to let Tasha air out and get a drink. Mary and I used to have a mining claim here, but it didn’t pan out. We’d camp out while we prospected for gold. On this visit, fall color gilded the landscape.

I only found gold in the leaves this time.

Look more gold! Tasha enjoyed the water.

Douglas-fir timber.

Drifting away.